| Oh, yeah
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| Oh, yeah
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| Yay, you keep it slow
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| Yay-yay, you keep it low
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| You sell snake oil to the butcher
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| The butcher’s bill must always be paid
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| It’s a wild wait to wait and it leads to no surprises
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| No surprise, no-one gets laid
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| You put the snake oil under my tongue
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| Show me the door, the way to be free
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| Cause you know the moves that only you do
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| Makes fools of a boy like me
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| Ooooh
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| Ooooh
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| Yay, uh
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| You sell snake oil to the sinners
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| When all they crave is just to be free
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| Its a wild tease, tease me with nothing better
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| Nothing better, slower than me
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| You cast a spell that keeps me wired
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| Keeps me red, keeps me on fire
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| So why do you take me down, down to nothing
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| Always out cold, never been higher
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| Ooooh
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| Ooooh
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| In the day
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| You leave me to want what I crave
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| No surprise, to want what I can’t find
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| You said it again
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| Again, again
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| Come on, you said
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| You said it again
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| Driving through the old county line
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| Where I go to find what is mine
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| Driving past the old county line
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| Where I go to find what is mine
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| Ooooh
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| Ooooh
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| You said it again
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| You give it away
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| In the day
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| You leave me to want what I crave
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| No surprise, to want what I can’t find |